Sephora's POV
I sank back onto my heels as I knelt, staring at the jewel-embedded ceremonial knife. It lay on a small piece of cloth between me and king Jon. The blade was slightly curved and the handle ornate. Instead of looking deadly, the knife seemed an object of priceless art.
"The knife looks so harmless, doesn't it?" I asked. "And yet looks can be deceptive. It's been used countless times to murder." my hand hovered over the blade and trembled. I pulled back.
The sun had set and both I and king Jon had bathed in the hot spring water after making love again for the fifth time this week. It had been difficult for me to avoid marking him as my mate. I craved it more than ever, as if he were a drug I was addicted to and now, with the knowledge that the dark lords are after us, the i
